The sun shown unmatched and bold against the snowy mountains, casting the day's first light over the lone Omnic seated in Lotus. His perch of bare stone jutted out from the open courtyard, yet to be occupied by the monastery's other inhabitants.

"Master Zenyatta?"

Zenyatta tilted his head at the soft sound of crunching snow. "Yes, my student?"

The sound ceased a meter to his right, only to be followed by that of shifting feet a moment later. "...What exactly are you doing out here, Master? Are you watching the sun rise?"

He opened his optics and watched his student duck his head and begin to pick at his armor. "In a manner of speaking, yes. Would you care to join me?"

His student straightened and stilled before falling into a practiced Half-Lotus. Zenyatta heard him release a breath, moving into a meditative respiratory rate. Although his mouth-plate did not move, Zenyatta smiled.

"Beautiful, is it not? With the light of the Iris shining upon me, I am restored."

At this his student nodded, shoulders slumping. "Indeed."

Zenyatta rested a hand on his shoulder, turning to face him. "And when the light of the Iris shines upon us, all things are made possible."

He rose languidly, his student following suit. He held his student's hands in his own. "There is no reason to fear failure and let doubt consume you. Time provides many chances for improvement. All you have to do is take the chance." He paused, waiting for his words to sink in. "Are you ready for your next lesson?"

Although Zenyatta could not see past his student's faceplate, his student seemed to grin.

"Whenever you are, Master."


Author's note: Once again Overwatch is not my own, but this fic is.

This chapter is based on Zenyatta's line of "I am restored." If you would like to request a story based on a particular line or quote, please ask in the comments below. As always, comments and constructive criticisms are very much appreciated.

Thank you for reading!

Best wishes,

- Gray Carolean